Someone, or something, was living here.
I stood still, holding Derek close. Lydia stepped beside me. “Should we leave?”
“I don’t know.”
Mara looked around. “We cannot stay outside. It’ll be dark soon. We are exposed.”
I looked at the abandoned cabins. Nothing moved. “Let’s check the place first.”
We moved carefully through the settlement. Broken wooden houses stood between the trees. Some roofs had collapsed, while others were covered with vines. Old tools lay in the dirt, and I saw the remains of a stone fire pit.
“Wolves really lived here,” Lydia whispered.
“Years ago,” I said.
Mara pointed toward another cabin. “Look.”
I followed her finger. Scratches covered the door, but they were old. There were no fresh footprints around it.
We checked every cabin we could find.
Nothing.
